Page 5 of The Biker’s Savage Desire (Chaos Brothers MC #4)

Red

Fuck. I stare at her curved body as the warm shower water washes down over her frame.

“Seriously?” She bites back a grin as steam rolls up around her. “You’re just gonna stare?”

“I am.” I say the words like a fact.

“Why? You’re soaking wet. You should get in too.”

“Don’t trust myself. Not with your pretty, pink pussy on display like that. I’d wreck you.”

She smiles. “Isn’t that the point?”

“You really want to be split in two, don’t you, princess?”

She grins, her cheeks turning pink as she squeezes shampoo into her hands and lathers it into her long hair. Bubbles stream down over her chest, onto her breasts, and tuck into the crease of her thighs.

I drag in a deep breath and scrub my hand down over my hard cock the moment her eyes close. This entire afternoon felt like a bubble in time. Hell, I’ve never forgotten about work this long. I don’t want it to end.

“You’re still staring, aren’t you?” She smiles and steps out of the shower, twisting a towel around her chest. “I could help you with that, you know.” Her gaze drops toward my cock and up again.

“I bet you could, sweetheart.” I tuck her small hand in mine and lead her down the hallway toward the small bedroom at the back of the cabin where I keep a short stack of flannels and a few T-shirts.

I probably should’ve kept my head on and just used her, fucked her little virgin pussy like a bad man would.

If I had, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling all this warm shit that I can’t seem to stop.

I wrap her in the flannel, strip off my wet clothes, and pull her close, brushing my arms up and down her small frame to generate heat.

“This rain is relentless,” she murmurs, her eyes soft as she looks up at me. “I think we might be stuck here forever.”

“Would you like that?” I ask, my voice low.

She grins. “Yeah, I could kind of see it now. A stack of firewood on the porch, a few chickens, a hill of wildflowers, and a buffet of granola bars.”

I smile, pulling her down onto the creaky bed with me. “I told you I could make you some protein.”

Her tone is light and playful as she says, “Yeah, maybe tomorrow. I’m kind of exhausted after the run.”

“You like that?” I grin and pull her close to me.

“Umm… yes.” I can’t see her smile anymore, but I hear it. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

“No, don’t thank me. That was all my pleasure. I’d do it again right now, if I thought you could handle it.”

“Oh, I can handle it.”

“Really, ‘cause you look pretty relaxed in my arms.”

Fuck. My cock twitches at the softness of the moment, except this time, my heart swells too. She said she wanted one night. One crazy night to feel wanted. Not a clingy madman who’s suddenly craving her heart over her pussy.

Fuck!

“You ever wish you had a family?” Her voice is soft, nearly a whisper.

“Would it be weird if I said yes?”

“No. I think you’d make a great husband and father. You seem like you’d be really protective.” The tips of her fingers weave through the hair on my chest as she talks.

“You?”

“I want a big family. Two, maybe three kids, and a little house somewhere. Nothing crazy, just simple.”

I stare at the ceiling for a second, trying to breathe through the sudden weight in my ribs. “That sounds perfect.”

“I always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom while having a little side business that the kids could help with.”

“Yeah, like what?”

She shifts a little, her head resting against my shoulder, her fingers lazily sliding across my chest like she's drawing roots beneath my skin.

“I don’t know… maybe making candles or soaps,” she says with a small shrug. “Something creative. Something the kids could get messy with and still feel proud of. Maybe I’d even sell them at a little farmers’ market every Saturday.”

I chuckle. “You picture ‘em in matching aprons or what?”

She laughs. “Obviously. Tiny ones, with their names stitched on them.”

Damn, this moment… feels like home.

I need to shake it off. I need to stop holding her. I need to climb up out of this bed and will the rain to stop. I need to drive her back to town and let this night end.

Instead, I tuck her in closer to my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I breathe in the sweet scent that lingers on her skin even after the shower. I kiss the top of her head like she’s mine, like I don’t know how the world goes on without tiny fucking aprons and homemade candles.

A beat of silence. The kind that says everything words would ruin.

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

I nod. “Me too.”

We sit in silence as neither of us moves away.